At midnight, he helped his sister to mount the horse and was about to lead the horse up. The old Taoist swept the dust in his hand, and the copper tripod incense burner with a diameter of about five or six feet in front of the nunnery rose into the air, whirled and flew down to the mountain road, as if it had been gently put down. Not a trace of dust was raised.
"Third Young Master Ye, please listen to my advice and lead Second Young Lady Ye down the mountain. Tomorrow I will ask the master for an explanation for what my disciples have done. I will then give Third Young Master and Second Young Lady a satisfactory answer. .”
"Do I insist on climbing?"
The old Taoist sighed and said: "The third young master is too obsessed."
In the middle of the night, he loosened the reins and walked up to the cauldron. With steady steps, he wrapped his hands around the cauldron. He was so angry that he let out a light drink, and the copper cauldron, which weighed nearly a hundred kilograms, rose from the ground.
The old Taoist sighed softly, flicked his fly whisk, jumped up and down a few times with his toes, and made a heavy weight fall, landing on the tripod. The copper tripod that had just been picked up by midnight fell to the ground with a crash.
In the middle of the night, he stood up with his hands on the tripod ears, and his legs were like steel whips, smashing against Lao Dao's chest with the sound of wind.
The old Taoist was not in a hurry, he just flicked his fly whisk and lightly blocked the heavy blow.
In the middle of the night, he twisted his hand and still reached straight for Lao Dao's chest.
The latter made a mistake with his foot, slid to one side along the edge of the cauldron, dodged the leg movement, stooped and hit with an elbow, followed by a shoulder bump, and used his left hand to make a palm print towards the lower abdomen in the middle of the night, a series of movements that flowed smoothly without any delay.
Ye San Geng had already reached the cauldron when he retracted his legs just now. He did not panic in the face of the old Taoist attack. He moved his hands up and down steadily, blocking the opponent's elbow and shoulder collision, but was bounced away by a palm from below.
Thinking that the old Taoist didn't take any serious action, he just leaned back in the middle of the night and the cauldron fell down.
The old Taoist horse step stabilizes a Tai Chi starting position, draws a circle with both hands, and draws the energy, causing the body that fell out in the middle of the night to return diagonally.
The experienced Taoist has been immersed in Tai Chi for decades, and the inner Dharma has long been connected. The saying "all things carry yin and hold yang, and bring qi into harmony" is as familiar as picking out something from a bag.
The old Taoist robe cracked automatically without wind, and the force of a thousand catties suddenly burst out. In the middle of the night, it was like being struck by lightning. His body stumbled back, his feet slipped, and the cauldron fell.
"Young Master Ye, I accept the concession." The old Taoist said respectfully, pinching the Ziwu Jue and holding the yin to the yang.
In the middle of the night, without saying a word, he jumped up and landed firmly on the edge of the cauldron.
"If the Third Young Master were to charge hard, the poor Taoist would not be able to stop the Third Young Master. But with the Second Young Lady, the Third Young Master would not be so relaxed." The old Taoist still looked calm and calm, saying, "Why don't you just do it? Listen to Pindao and go down the mountain and wait. I guarantee in the name of Wudang Centennial that I will definitely give Third Young Master a satisfactory answer."
Regardless of whether it was the failure to pursue the victory after joining hands, or the unreserved attitude of the elders towards the younger ones, the old Taoist behaved quite well, without the arrogance of a shopkeeper bullying customers. Until now, he still treated each other wholeheartedly and spoke flawlessly.
Even at the third watch of the night, he was still silent, his feet were uneven, his knees and shoulders were as wide as his waist, and he was trying to stay steady on the cauldron, which was not even as wide as the soles of his feet.
The old Taoist raised his hand and threw the whisk, and it landed on a dead tree branch not far away. It was really free and elegant.
"Be calm."
The old Taoist inhaled and exhaled, more than half a finger slower than his normal breathing. The surroundings became extremely quiet. The sound of the wind, the sound of leaves, the snoring of horses suddenly disappeared, and then he performed a Tai Chi hand pose, holding the yin and yang of his hands. Draw a circle with your feet left and right, and move along the cauldron without retreating or advancing, as if you are taking a step but then retreating, as if you are retreating and then moving forward, followed by pressing down with both hands like a breeze blowing on the top, seemingly gentle but actually bringing up energy throughout the body. The anger also caused the cauldron, which weighed more than a hundred pounds, to sway slightly from side to side.
"Zai Shen Ling."
The old Taoist's body was swaying leisurely, his horse's steps were steady and there was no movement from his lower body, his arms were folded and spread out, up and down, left and right, without any order, but by some strange coincidence, his body was shaking uncontrollably in the middle of the night.
In the middle of the night, I was surprised. I calmed down and found that the cauldron was shaking violently under my feet, and one of its three legs was raised one foot off the ground.
"Concentrate your spirit again."
The movements of the veteran are getting faster and faster. They are clearly the most primitive thirteen postures of Tai Chi, but they also have a hint of the "Engine Relaxation" charm in "The Secret of Release".
Ye Sangeng, who was studying with hundreds of scholars in the library, saw it clearly and understood it in his heart, but found that his energy was now tightly controlled by the old Taoist opposite him, and he couldn't stop trying to break free.
"Rejuvenation."
The old Taoist made two black tiger strokes on the left and right that do not exist in Tai Chi, as if to draw the energy around him to himself. Then he opened and closed his arms widely, pushing forward through the five or six feet of the cauldron and then returning his hand. , like a private school teacher writing big characters, one stroke at a time, extremely slowly, but it made Ye San who wanted to block even more helpless. When he reacted, he saw the cauldron leaving his feet and landing strangely.
The old Taoist calmed down, but Ziwu still bowed and said: "Young Master Ye, third son, accept the concession."
In the middle of the night, he sat on the ground in astonishment.
Such a defeat without the ability to fight back is really familiar yet unfamiliar.
In the middle of the night, he stared blankly at the big cauldron that was shaking and slowly shrinking in circles and finally fell silent, and then looked at the old man on the cauldron who was blocking the mountain path.
"Tai Chi?"
"Tai Chi."
Two sentences with the same two words, one question and one answer.
In the middle of the night, he stood up, straightened his clothes, raised his head and asked, "I haven't asked the Taoist priest for his name."
"The Dharma name is Jiu'e."
"It's not a loss if you lose a move." Ye San Geng said, "Taoist Master Jiu'e was the candidate appointed by the new leader back then. I'm very lucky to be able to fight against him."
"Pindao is just a mountain guard. He doesn't deserve such praise from Young Master Ye."
"Then can I try Tai Chi with Tai Chi?"
The old Taoist laughed and shook his head, "Young Master Ye has studied martial arts all over the place, and I'm afraid he's not very good at it. I'm going to teach you Tai Chi today."
At the third watch of the night, Ding Xia had already started practicing Tai Chi. Compared to a seasoned Taoist who had practiced Tai Chi all his life, even if he could learn this posture, it would still be a big deal.
On the third night of the night, he opened his body wider and moved more gracefully, walking left and right within half a foot of the cauldron, like the breeze blowing the leaves, like the willow branches waving his hands. Every move he made was just like the experienced movements just now, but the big characters painted on the third night of the night looked a bit artificial. It has its appearance but not its heart.
"When I was young, I read Taoist Master Yi She's "Five-Character Jue"." Ye Sangen spoke, with a soft tone and a slow enunciation of the words. He stared at the left and right hands as if they were fighting each other, picking and stroking, and every move and every word and every action was like eating and drinking. It is as easy as water, and there is no trace of the nervousness of facing the enemy. "I don't know how to calm the mind, body and soul, concentrate the mind, strengthen the energy, and gather the mind. I just put the twelve words "stick, stick, apply, cover, and relax the engine" on the On the surface, I think that Tai Chi is just an opportunistic trick of using force to exert force without giving up force, using force to hit force without exerting effort, and the so-called borrowing the other person's way to return the other person's body is nothing more than that."
Regarding Tai Chi, it is difficult to paint the skin of a tiger in the middle of the night, but it is still done in a decent way. It is not the Tai Chi rudimentary thirteen postures of the old Taoist, nor is it the simplified and complex form of the former head of Wudang Zhang Shangyun based on the Four Symbols and Eight Diagrams. The thirty-six Tai Chi postures were replaced by the twenty-four Tai Chi postures that are now regarded as useless by Taoists.
In the middle of the night, he learned from his memory and used his thoughts to guide the 108 acupoints on his body to calm down and relax. He used his thoughts to guide the Qi and used Qi to promote the shape. He was soft on the outside and strong on the inside. He actually brought about a strong flow of air within two feet around him. Crisp knocking sound.
"Today I joined hands with Taoist Master Jiu'e and I suddenly realized that only by borrowing one's strength can one exert one's strength, without giving up one's strength. Borrowing one's strength means not only lending one's human power, but also lending one's human power. The forces overlap, but it is not like The two numbers overlap, but..."
In the middle of the night, his eyes happened to fall on Lao Dao, and he made a high probing horse and then changed his moves, like a spiritual snake snaking out of its hole, pushing the sky with one hand and covering the earth with the other.
"I have Fuyao Nine Heavens and want to climb the mountain."
A tornado rose from the ground.
Ye San Geng swung upwards with one hand, and air currents emerged like those Taoist priests in front of the mountain gate. An encircling tornado rose out of thin air from the soles of his feet, lifting Ye San Geng parallel to the cauldron at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the middle of the night, he raised his legs and walked as if he were walking on flat ground. The next moment he stood on the cauldron, the tornado disappeared.
"Yesterday, I was lucky enough to go to Jieyinping on the watershed. I saw that Liang Haobin, the deputy village leader, used the power of heaven to make the celestial phenomena turn nine times in a flash and stay overnight." At midnight, he raised his hands and held the yin and yang, " Step by step, a flower blossomed into a lotus with nine curves, and the energy was released step by step. The mighty power of that day was completely digested as if it was borrowed and released, and then the palm power that should be stacked and added could easily break the boulder in the air." The feet were wide open and closed, the horse's steps were stable, and the right, front, left, and back hands were stretched out towards the old Taoist, attacking and defending. "At this time, seeing Taoist Master Jiu'e using Tai Chi, he understood the mystery, so the junior borrowed Tai Chi to defeat Tai Chi."
The old Taoist's eyes were slightly closed, and he was holding the yin and embracing the yang, returning to Yuan Shouyi. The surrounding energy slowly emerged from it, and even Ye Xiayou, not far away, felt the silence that should not have been there.
“Conquer hardness with softness, wait for movement with stillness, turn straightness with roundness, overcome bigness with smallness, and defeat strongness with weakness.”
The old Taoist stepped out with his right foot along the edge of the cauldron, and with energy flowing all over his body, he said, "Pick up the hand and hold the bird's tail." A burst of energy burst out, attacking the third watch of the night.
"First weight."
As soon as he spoke, he moved his legs around in a circle and ran into Lao Tao's arms. He was about to come into contact with Lao Tao but stopped suddenly. No matter what, he cleverly defused Lao Tao's offensive.
The old Taoist's blow missed, and he was confused as to what the other party meant. He put his hands away and leaned on his shoulders, leaning forward at an awkward angle.
"double."
Without stopping, he struck out with his hand, following Lao Dao's retreat gesture, and hit Lao Dao's wrist. He stopped as soon as the contact came into contact. His counterattack was even faster than his attack. It caused ripples and exploded like a stone thrown into a lake, and it also incredibly blew up the old Tao's body that seemed to be about to fall.
"triple."
Turn around and hold the lotus, step back and lower your palms, raise your knees and twist the step again in the middle of the night, switching to protection.
It still stops at the touch of a button and separates at the touch of a touch. The only difference is that the Qi machine visible to the naked eye is more clearly visible each time.
The old Taoist was full of questions, but his movements were unambiguous. He shook his hands continuously, making moves as he saw them. He advanced and retreated in an orderly manner as if the clouds were calm and the wind was light. He covered his hands and beat his shoulders, and then struck with a stop, trying to control the third watch of the night. .
"quadruple."
In the middle of the night, his tone was obviously more serious, which made the puzzling old man even more confused about the mystery behind this repetition.
In the middle of the night, he retreated to avoid the attack. He hit the old road with a double-peaked move, followed by a horse-stepping attack on the lower road, using all his strength.
The old Taoist kicked his feet left and right to dodge. Unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, the upward and downward attacks suddenly stopped and started again. Naturally, he touched them and separated them. He pulled up a ripple and moved back with his hands to draw a circle. His energy suddenly appeared, and the ripples started again before they dispersed. On the first floor, it looks like a flower blooming in the space on the old Taoist chest.
The old Taoist opened left and right, jumped to the other side of the cauldron like an eagle, and frowned.
The trend ends at midnight.
The old Taoist gave a bitter smile, shook his head slightly, and said: "Unexpectedly, the outer Taiji forced the inner Taiji to change hands. I don't know whether to be sad or happy."
In the middle of the night, he jumped off the cauldron, clasped his fists and said, "The Taoist priest should be merciful, otherwise I will really have to take my sister down the mountain."
"The Third Young Master has mastered the Tai Chi skills, and he can move the clouds and water like chopsticks. It's an eye-opener for Pindao." As he spoke, the old Taoist also jumped off the cauldron and continued, "There's just one thing Pindao doesn't understand. This is Repeatedly, what does it mean?"
"At noon, I was lucky enough to see Taoist Master Jiu'e's thirty-six postures of Tai Chi, which were so effortless that he could reach the sky in one step. When I was young, I also read through Taoist Yi She's five-character release formula. Taoist Master Jiu'e's second time I borrowed my strength to fight and let the junior descend from the cauldron. I suddenly realized that this borrowing force to hit and unload the force is not the same as the strength of the stack. Gathering the small flow and accumulating silicon steps, ready to go, it is naturally more powerful than four or two lifting a thousand catties. "
In the middle of the night, there was no hidden secret. The old Taoist, who was jokingly called the "Wudang Real Master" by the people in the mountains, nodded repeatedly, flicked his robe sleeves, held the cauldron with one hand, and walked back to the nunnery.
"Fuyao Nine Heavens, one heaven is one barrier." The old Taoist murmured, walking slowly, taking twelve steps to reach the nunnery.
At midnight, he turned around, helped Ye Xiayou onto his horse, and continued climbing.
The old Taoist gently lowered the cauldron, picked up the fly whisk again, turned around and looked at the two men and one horse climbing the mountain slowly, closed his eyes and sighed.
